Chapter 32
When I awake on my fifth day, I feel one of the brothers climb on top of me.
I smile sleepily as I feel him nudge into my entrance.
I reach for his body and feel a naked broad chest under my fingers.
I pull him into me as he fills me to capacity, bottoming out as I groan with pleasure from stretching around him.
I raise my legs up around his hips as he thrusts slowly in and almost out of me, pulling moans from my lips in my sleepy haze.
“Good morning, little rabbit,” I hear Mateo’s voice in my ear. I blink my sleepy eyes open but all I see is darkness and a figure on top of me, hitting the spot deep inside that makes me moan again.
“Mateo?” I ask but my voice comes out deep and thick with sleep.
“You look so beautiful when you’re sleeping, I couldn’t resist entering you, to feel what you feel like wrapping around my cock so tightly when you’re asleep.”
I’m no longer asleep, I look to either side of me to see if the brothers are still with me but they’re gone. “Looking for my sons?” I hear amusement in his voice.
“They were here when I fell asleep,” I croak out groggily.
“They were here most of the night too, but it’s my turn with you this morning and this is how I wanted to wake you. A nice surprise I hope?”
I close my eyes and smile back up at Mateo, “It’s a nice surprise,” I say sleepily.
And I mean it, I relax into the soothing rhythm of Mateo pumping into me, the wet noise of our combined bodies filling the room.
With my hips angled up and my legs still curved around him, I chase the orgasm he is building inside of me.
I love waking to someone inside me and apparently, I don’t care who.
Mateo leans his body over mine and takes my lips, kissing gently, an invitation that I take.
This feels different, it feels intimate and not hurried, like two people who have awoken and done this many times before.
Mateo makes love to me as his tongue roams my mouth with one hand cradling my neck to him.
I’m still wearing Jacob’s t-shirt but I yearn to be naked and feel Mateo’s skin move against mine.
I thread my hands up under his shoulders and arch into his body and the pleasure he’s building in me.
Higher and higher I build, Mateo breaking our kiss only to kiss and suck down my neck.
I tighten my grip on his body as my orgasm rips through my body, cascading pleasure with every thrust of Mateo’s hips until he reaches his release and pulses deep in my core.
He moans out my name as he tips over the edge and stills, panting above me.
I open my eyes to see the face of the joker looking back at me again in the darkness and a shudder of fear and excitement runs through me at the sight. His lips pull upwards making the red face paint move up into a creepy smile that no sane person would find alluring, but I no longer recoil.
“Good morning,” I say, smiling back into the crystal-clear eyes of the man whose face I will never see. Mateo slides out of me and rolls to the side of me resting his head on his elbow looking casually at me.
“Little rabbit, it’s our final day together.
We have some plans for you but first I need to make sure you’re ready for it.
I am going to pump you full of water and watch your stomach stretch and bulge and look beautiful for me.
If you allow, I am going to photograph you, then you’re going to release the fluid. ”
Rolling onto my side too, I look back at his painted face frowning, “You want to give me an enema?”
“Yes, beautiful girl, that is exactly what I’d like to do. Will you give me permission and allow me to photograph you?”
I muse over the question; I’ve never been given an enema and I’m not sure how I feel about this man starting today.
But then I did promise him I’d do whatever he desired and that, I guess, includes an enema.
How can I say no to something I’ve never experienced before? I decide to reply, “Will it hurt?”
“It may feel uncomfortable once you’re filled, yes, but then you get to dispel the liquid in the toilet, and I think you’ll want to ensure you’re clear for this afternoon’s finale.”
“Finale?” I repeat.
“Yes, finale. But let’s not jump ahead of ourselves. Will you allow me to give you an enema?”
I bite on my lip weighing my options. I don’t want to regret not having one if it’s going to be useful for this afternoon’s plans, whatever the heck they might be, clearly they involve my back passage.
Would I prefer the discomfort of the enema or the discomfort of not having the enema and wishing I had?
Finally, I nod my head. “Ok, let’s do the enema,” I say nervously.
“Good choice, little rabbit. First breakfast.” Mateo climbs off the bed and walks behind the bed to the open bathroom where he showers the lower half of his body.
Drying off, he says, “Hop in the shower whilst I prepare breakfast, I’ll be up again shortly.
” I nod as he pulls on his boxers, shorts and black polo and strides out of the room.
I do as he suggests and hop off the bed to use the toilet and shower.
This is my last day today and a bolt of excitement runs through my body.
I have almost done it; I am one day and evening away from walking out of here one million dollars richer and into the waiting arms of my husband, children and hopefully Matty.
It has all been worth it for them, every second.
I can’t imagine what Mateo and the brothers’ plans are for this afternoon, I can only hope and pray my arsehole is up to the challenge, that I am up for the challenge.
Everything has felt so extreme here yet bearable, enjoyable mostly.
Nothing has made me want to leave except the hurtful words of Jacob, and they’re only words.
When I’m dry and towelling my hair, I look up to see Mateo with a silicone bag and tube attachment.
He enters briskly, setting the items on the table before leaving and coming in a few minutes later with a breakfast tray of pancakes and strawberries.
I pull Jacob’s t-shirt back on and we both tuck into the delicious breakfast Mateo’s provided.
“Did you make the pancakes?” I ask as I tuck into my second fluffy pancake.
“Yes, pancakes are one of my specialties along with toast and anything I can re-heat,” he says mischievously. I giggle at that.
“Compliments to the chef then, for such a wide skill set in the kitchen. You make the fluffiest, most delicious pancakes.”
When I look up, I see Mateo has stopped eating and is looking at me like he’s just discovered a new species of animal or something. “What is it?” I ask, hoping I haven’t upset him with my good-natured comment.
“I would choose you a thousand times over for my sons and I if I could. I know you’re married but I would offer you the world if we could keep you.”
“Oh,” I reply stupidly. That wasn’t what I was expecting him to say. I cast my eyes down to the nearly empty plate on my lap wondering what I could possibly say in reply.
“I love my husband, Mateo,” I reply looking back up to meet his eyes. “Another life, maybe it could be a possibility but in this one, I’m taken.” We let the statement hang in the air between us as he stares into my eyes, willing the truth to be anything but that I love my husband.
Then he blinks and snaps out of whatever headspace he was in and replies, “Of course. Then we shall make every last minute with you count.”
Draining his juice, he stands and picks up our empty plates and glasses and puts them on the tray.
Picking up the silicone bag, he fills it with water from the tap in the tiled area of the bathroom and commands, “Take off the shirt and climb onto the table now, legs open and relax back onto the table with your arms stretched out above your head.” I do as he instructs and lay open and exposed for him on the table.
Mateo adds an s hook to the bar that hangs from the ceiling in front of the table and then hangs the silicone bag filled with quite a lot of water and picks up the long tube.
Surely I won’t need to take that much? “Relax now, little rabbit,” he says as he rubs the tip of the tube with lube.
I then feel him push gently against my back hole and nudge it slowly past my tight ring of muscle until the tube is deeply seated within my back passage.
Satisfied the tube is seated comfortably inside of me, Mateo walks around the table picking up the chains with the leather cuffs on each edge and securing my wrists and ankles in place.
I’m stretched open and wide just like how I woke up when I came here.
“This is exactly how I want to remember you, little rabbit—open, stretched out and vulnerable as I inflate you, your stomach bulging for me.” Mateo’s voice is thick with desire and the way he studies my stomach has my clit sparking.
It’s a slow and strange sensation to have water flow into my back passage.
I can see the bag of water grow flatter as my stomach begins to inflate and ache.
Mateo runs his large hands over my growing extended stomach, the touch brings me comfort as the volume of water being pumped into me becomes uncomfortable.
“I think my body is reaching its limits of the amount of water it can contain,” I say in a nervous voice, realising I can’t stop the continuation of the flow whilst I’m strapped down to the table.
Mateo tears his eyes from my growing stomach to meet mine, as he continues to circle my growing stomach. I see desire and lust cloud them as he says, “You have to take the whole bag, little rabbit, I know you can do it.”
“It’s beginning to stretch me too much,” I whimper as the discomfort really starts to set in.
“Shhhh now, little rabbit,” Mateo turns his attention back to my extended stomach, but this time one hand rubs my almost solid stomach and the other hand rubs against my clit setting off fireworks behind my eyes.